Red Sunrise. 🌙✨ It was one of those mornings that sing the soft melody of fall. Apparently everything is the same as always... the same flowers, the same leaves, birds singing in the same melodies... Bees that came out to collect the morning pollen, vipers that basked in the sun. The morning dew that stayed on the grass and wildflowers was as cold as ever. Yet there was something about this morning that made me reflect and observe. Things that at first glance are the same, but still different... I noticed that fruit trees and shrubs have already shed their fruit. Leaves turn brown. The night begins to cast over the day. And although the days are warm, the night is very cold again, and in the morning you have to dress harder. Field grain harvested a long time ago. I had seen that the harvest season had long since begun, but was I ready for it? Dear Autumn, I looking for you, although I don't know if I have enjoyed summer yet... that period has passed too quickly. • self-portrait •